Duncan stepped up behind Jaden, circling him from behind, his arm wrapping around Jaden’s waist. “You belong to us now.”
Jaden whimpered, his fangs retracting. There was wetness along her neck and she had no idea if it was blood, tears or a combination of both. She couldn’t find it in her to care, other than her bondmate suffered needlessly, something borne out by his words. “You don’t…you don’t need me.”
Duncan snorted. “Oh, really?” She watched him kiss Jaden’s ear. “We weren’t complete without you. Please, Jaden. Please come home with us.” He pressed a kiss to Jaden’s neck. “Make us whole.”
She nodded. “Don’t leave us alone again.”
Jaden stiffened in her arms. When his head lifted they were human again and filled with tears. “I don’t want to be alone.”
The momentary grief in Duncan’s expression matched the loneliness in Jaden’s. She had to fix this, had to be the one who warmed them both. “None of us have to be. We’re one now, like we were always meant to be.” She reached around until she had taken a hand of each of them. “Are we ready to go?”
Jaden gasped. “Wait!” He turned back. “The cat. Please? Let me take the cat.”
Duncan smiled. “Of course, Jaden. We can’t leave Jezebel here.”
“You named her already?” Jaden picked up the now docile cat, cradling her gently in his arms.
“You’ll name her after we get the both of you cleaned up.” Duncan took Moira’s arm and began to lead her from the alley.
Jaden petted the scrawny, filthy cat. “I like the name Jezebel.” He smiled, a ghost of the quirky humor he’d display in his prime. “She’s a streetwalker like me.”
Duncan’s free hand went to the small of Jaden’s back, but Moira could sense his irritation. He didn’t like hearing Jaden describe himself that way. She wondered how he’d reacted the first time he’d heard it. “I’ll have us all home shortly. I promise you, you’ll never be alone again.”
The frown was back in Jaden’s eyes, but it was too late. Mist swirled, and suddenly they were in a sumptuous bedroom. The style of the furniture was definitely turn of the century, the pieces done in mahogany with painted floral panels. The wardrobe was mirrored, the legs on all of the pieces tapered and straight with a slight bend at the bottom that led to a club-like end. The mirror on the dressing table had that sort of shield shape common to pieces of the period. The large four poster bed could easily fit all three of them. The floors were polished hardwood. The chair by the dressing table was done in a rose patterned fabric. The windows were covered in airy lace, the walls done in a pale rose.
She hated it on sight. She shuddered delicately. “Grandma, we’re home.”
Duncan sighed. “Moira.”
She shrugged. What could she say? She’d always been something of a mid-century modern girl. If she had her way the farmhouse back home would be done in bright colors and contemporary furniture. As it was she was going to have a lot of redecorating to do at Duncan’s place.
Jaden was looking around the bedroom with dazed eyes. “She’s right. This is…”
“Mothballs and Ben Gay.” She turned to Duncan with her hands on her hips. “Either the décor is going or I’m not coming.”
“Moira!”
“Seriously. It’s like sneaking into my grandmother’s room to lose my virginity. It sounds naughty on paper but when you actually get there? Ew.”
Jaden’s shoulders began to shake. The fantasy Duncan had so carefully woven was cracked, but not completely broken.
Duncan glared at her. “Fine. You don’t want Jaden’s fantasy? How about one of your own?”
Jaden’s mouth dropped open. “Wait. Fantasy?” He blinked, his expression turning fierce. Suddenly he looked much more like the hundred year old vampire he truly was. “Duncan.”
Uh-oh. “Oops.”
Duncan growled, mist swirled, and suddenly they were back in Duncan’s office, only this time it was the dead of night. Jaden was spread out on the leather couch, his cock deep in Duncan’s mouth. The two men were beautiful in the dappled moonlight, one so fair, the other so dark.
“Oh shit.” Jaden’s head fell back, his hips lifting in time to Duncan’s descending mouth.
Moira smiled. Here was her fantasy, watching her two men love one another, knowing that at the end they would Claim Jaden. Duncan would make him his just as he’d Claimed her. Jaden would be theirs. He’d have no way out of it, nowhere he could hide from it.
It was perfect.
She grabbed the chair Jaden had been sitting in earlier and dragged it to the sofa so that she could watch, possibly even participate. She too needed to finish her Claim on Jaden, but for now she was content to watch. When Duncan was done, it would be her turn to Claim her vampire.
She could hardly wait.
“Duncan. Stop. Don’t do this.” Jaden’s hands reached down and tugged on Duncan’s hair, trying to pull him off his cock. It was probably the hardest thing he’d ever done, trying to get those perfect lips to let him go, but he had to. Duncan was making a huge mistake, one he’d regret for the rest of his life.
Duncan’s teeth bit into him just enough to let Jaden know the Sidhe had no intention of letting him go. Silver gray eyes glittered at him from under a fall of golden bangs, the determination in them so fierce Jaden’s hands fell away. Duncan had decided to take Jaden and unless Jaden was willing to hurt him there was nothing he could do about it.
Like I really want to stop him. No, Duncan. I hate blowjobs. Feel free to stop any time now. Jaden snorted.
“What’s so funny?”
His eyes darted to Moira and went wide. She sat there and watched them, naked yet far from vulnerable. He opened his mouth to answer when Duncan swirled his tongue around the head of his cock. “Oh hell.” He groaned. Fuck, the Sidhe knew what he was doing.
Jaden blinked and growled down at the Sidhe. Duncan knew exactly what he was doing. “Son of a bitch.”
Moira smirked at him. “Just figured it out, did you?”
He scowled at her, or at least he tried to. It was difficult to be pissed when your cock was being devoured by an expert.
Oh. Oh. His eyes damn near crossed. He had to have Duncan explain that swirly tongue thing. That fucking rocked. He couldn’t wait to return the favor.
Moira stood up and walked toward him, her nipples begging for his attention. “You know what? I want in.” She bent down and bit at his lower lip. “Are you going to let me play, too?”
He felt more than saw Duncan’s nod of approval and reached for the other half of his heart. “C’mere.” Jaden pulled her down to her knees and took one of her ripe nipples into his mouth, sucking on her with all the hunger in him. He cupped her pussy, delighted to feel the wet fire under his fingertips. He stroked across her clit, enchanted by her moans. His free hand went down to Duncan’s head, ran through the silky golden strands before cupping the back. He wanted to feel Duncan’s rhythm, be part of what was happening rather than the oral sacrifice all laid out and ready to be devoured.
They said they wanted him. They said they needed him. Well, fuck if they weren’t going to get him. Nobility be damned, he ached.
He wanted to sink into them both, make them a part of him. He needed in ways he never had before. The knowledge that the two people he cared most about were desperate to have him was an aphrodisiac even more potent than his bite.
Vampires may not have the Sidhe Claim, Vow, Binding thing, but they had their own form of mating that was nearly as potent, almost as strong. He would take these two, make them his, declare them his bondmates for all the world to see. No one would ever take them from him or they would face his wrath.